Chapter 333: Chapter 333 – Veins of Landon
2 Days Later…
The class about Food and Its effects finally finished and the teacher was about to walk out. But before he could do that, Landon and his buddies already stood in front of .
“I want a rematch.”
The teacher stopped in his step and looked at us, he’s eyes showing concern.
“Is sothing going on over there?” He asked.
If it was the teachers from Class F, most of them would have ignored this. But Class A had to be observed by so rules.
“No, sir. We’re just having a friendly conversation with him. Isn’t that right?” Landon asked with a dark smile.
The teachers listened to those rules until a point ca where they shouldn’t.
I shook my head at him, “Yeah… we’re just talking.”
“Alright” The teacher said and gave a side eye, “This better not turn out to be sothing stupid.”
“Of course.” Landon smiled and waved the teacher goodbye.
As soon as the teacher left, the students who stood quiet knowing what is about to happen, looked at us.
Landon’s smile cracked the mont he left and he slamd his hands on my desk.
“Bam!”
“I want my fucking rematch!”
“What rematch?” I say with an aloofness, clearly wanting to piss him off.
“Don’t ss with .” Landon’s face seethed with anger. “I’m talking about what happened that day. You defeated all three of us because we weren’t expecting it.”
I look at the guy, having trouble checking his intelligence.
“So you’re telling the reason you were defeated is because, you weren’t expecting to hit back?” Landon and his buddies faces contorted, “You do know that people are going to hit you when you try to hit them, right? Or were all your fights one sided only.”
“Haha”
“Hehe”
Most of the student in the class laughed hearing .
Landon held my collar, “Listen here, you bastard. I want my rematch and you’re gonna give it to ?”
“Why?”
“Wh- What do you an by why?” Landon looked confused. “Because I challenged you, don’t you understand?”
I nod, “But is there any benefit to fighting you or is it just fulfilling your childhood fantasies of getting ramd?”
Before he could say anything, I spoke, “Let make it easier for you to understand, is this challenge going to be a Ranked fight?”
“What!” Landon’s eyes enlarged, “Why the hell would i-”
“Because otherwise I don’t see any reason to fight.” I say and see Landon’s confidence faltering. He was mostly sure that he’d lose if he had a fight with . So he didn’t see any reason to lose his rank as well with it.
I help him turn towards the edge.
“Yes, be scared… it’s expected.” Landon gave a hateful look. “I get that I’m a big guy, fighting all alone with zero chances of winning is probably not a great idea.”
I stand up, overshadowing their figure, “But let it be known to everyone that the great fandon or candon lost to . And not in a one on one fight but three on one with you attacking first with your sigmat.”
“It won’t be that big of a deal actually, just sothing that will be written in your history as one of your many many black points. You know, losing to might probably be the least bad point in your life and it would even make you seem more human to others.”
“They won’t think Landon is this bad and cool motherfucker, no… he’s also a normal guy, soone one who lost to a three-way fight very badly.”
I pat his shoulder and see the look of his friends in the back. They were not having a fun ti.
“Even your pals will learn sothing out of this. Maybe we should all get a get-together and show everyone that you’re not actually bothered losing to , no. You’re already coping with it and even trying to make a friend out of , how does that sound yeh?”
I check Landon and see that his hateful look turned up a notch and veins were ready to pop out of him. The guy was at his last strand here and ready to explode.
“I WILL-”
Before Landon could speak any further, a teacher ca in, this one a familiar face.
It was Harold Graydol. One of the inspecting teachers from the Chancion Competition and a respected teacher at Royal High.
“Good Morning students, how are all of you at this fine morning?” He asked.
But the response he got was the complete opposite. He saw the students face bordering laughter and excitent. They were trying to hold it in for so reason but was having hard trouble doing that.
He looked at the cause of it and saw Henry, Landon and the two others in the midst. While he could only see Landon and his friends back, he felt sothing was erroneous there.
“Are you four okay or is there so trouble?” Harold asked before looking at and saying, “Are they trying to bully you, Henry.”
Harold knew about Henry’s situation and sympathized with it. He understood that most people in this class weren’t thrilled to know that their newest student would be from the worst class in the whole academy and that so of them might even want to show a practical example.
But Henry gave him a worriless smile, “Of course not, teach. Landon and his friends were just talking about the new classes.”
Harold looked at Henry for a mont and felt he wasn’t lying but experience told him otherwise. Yet he didn’t want this to turn out ugly so he nodded, “Alright then.”
Harold then gestured to the whole class, “Everyone, get up, we will be having class at our usual place.”
Then Harold gave Henry an explanation, “Oh Henry, this is your first class with so you don’t know. I am Class A’s Unard Combat Instructor. You probably didn’t have this one in your previous class, right?”
“No, sir.”
“Alright, I’ll show you the basics when we get to the field.”
…
I nod to Harold, ‘At least soone who’s actually nice to here.’
We walk out and get inside a large circular building. Inside waited a large field for us.
This building was the specialized training space for all Class A students. This place has special training zones that consisted of grassy, sandy, muddy and other kinds of zones to train on. It also has many different weapons, training equipnt’s and other stuff to help with various kinds of training.
Harold brought us to a large field with no grass or anything definitive about it, just a strong hard field. Then he told all the other students to continue from their last class and turned to .
“Henry, I will give you unard fighting lessons. Do you have any previous understanding of it?”
“No, this will be my first one.” I have sword and other kinds of training but none of them were about unard combat.
“Really?” He asked then laughed as he thought of sothing.
“Don’t take this the wrong way but soone as big and strong as you should have unard or hand-to-hand combat as your specialty. So I felt both the surprise and ironic of the situation.”
After talking a bit more with , learning about my way of fighting, he nodded, “Well let’s get started.”
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